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Friday, August 25, 2017

some of usgreet the dawnfrom the backside of the dayhomesick for the stars we got calibratedto just turn out that wayso let us meetto sing the sky awakewith backwards lullabiesto bring the lightinto to the skynot in the 9-5between domestic prisons of four wallsthat chain us to the floorbut out the open doorand somewhere beyondthe just beyondwhere time is of no matterfrom the backside of the daywe who dance in darknessbecause it is our fatewe forever reachingtoward the growing lightwalking in reverseof fading with the nightthe wormhole ancient chorusthe homeless cosmic tribeus orphans of the starswho rest when sun returnsthen fill the yearning to belongwhere dreams igniteto burn

I name todayforgiveness daythere must have been some kind of hurtto make you see mein that wayand nothing ever healedby what we take awayexcept the hurtexcept misunderstandingforgivenessfor the givingeven if it ain't our debt to paybut then I also owed you tooin ways I can't set straightand I'll always be a galaxy awaya strangerbecause you wanted it like thatbut I'm the skinand then the centreof the universe of memaybe too farfor any astronaut to reachbut a sun that burnsat the apexof everything that's meand you are like that toobut still so much forgettingthe light was never lostby what we give awayso I wish you do discovereclipses you can seewithout ever going blindand for you I givethe only thing you might ever take awayand name this sunrise to the dusk for your forgiveness day

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

my birth canalwas a rabbit holeI fell a long way downsometimes I'm too bigsometimes too smallbut never quite the sizeof where I ought to beso I skipped classto read the deeper booksand stole hours from the dayto chase down canvas dressed in paintfor the medicine it madeand sometimes I look outinto the worldlike Jodo or Marquezhijacked the train of thoughtinside my headand the surreal is allthat's really realperspective is the strangest thingbecause sometimesthe things that I see clearlydon't see me in returnand yet there are creationswho salsa in between the then and then the futureto reach the shifting nowto touch down for a momentthe inspiration on the headit was the garden that told meyou have to knowwhen you are deadbefore you germinateto rise againand evolution is for the dyingas much as for the growthand the flower sees the underneathbut often not the heightunless it's looking downand all of us are just like thatsometimes too bigsometimes too smalland nothing has a point at allleast of all these wordsbut size is quite irrelevantto any kind of light when it's made up its mindto lose all of perspectiveand only just to shine

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

resilience is more useful
than the being optimistic
I got concussed
from the hierarchy
of love
when I want it
anarchistic
and complex
and beyond my understanding

but in the wide open
of the spaces
someone always
has to bring the pen
to write the propaganda in

and I am just the kind
who needs to find
my balance
in destabilizing
the something always said
about the faults of me
when the first step to being free
is emancipating
from the concept
of naming or being named
with shame

this is an evolution
so fuck the system
of the rules
to tell you what you gotta do
when we only gotta shine
to illuminate the path
to find our better way

not plugging in
to shame today
for the hope that fate
might be my benefactor
like positivity
over clarity
is some kind of currency
I can trade

and you're gonna get concussed
if you don't stand in line
waiting to receive
what was taken
to begin
but I got anarchy within
and a wicked tuck n roll

Saturday, August 19, 2017

this world that spirals around meI'm bigger on the insidefolding and unfoldingin universesthe eyes can't seein dreamsand in journeys that transcend the bordersof fleshthe definitions of mindbringing eclipsesof spirits of the skyand ancestorsemerging from the heartand the only senseis that no senseis the clarity of all from every falland hit the groundthis rising to transcendthe heights I knew beforebreakingto break freeand be more than what has been confinedwithin the mindand the illusions of the worldbigger on the insidethan comprehensioncan perceiveand somewhere deep insidea galaxy of freespiralling in me